Don't Hoard The Past. Don't Cherish Anything.

Like A Kid Kicked Out Of Class. Humiliated And Free.

There Is No God, There Is Only What You Want.

The Pearls Weren't Really White, They Were A Warm Oyster Beige, With Little Knots In Between So If They Broke, You Only Lost One. I Wished My Life Could Be Like That, Knotted Up So That Even If Something Broke, The Whole Thing Wouldn't Come Apart.

Find Someone Who Will Tremble For Your Touch, Someone Whose Fingers Are A Poem.

Her Fingers Moved Among Barnacles And Mussels, Blue-black, Sharp-edged. Neon Red Starfish Were Limp Dalis On The Rocks, Surrounded By Bouquets Of Stinging Anemones And Purple Bursts Of Spiny Sea Urchins.